http://slow.writerscafe.org/zero%20binty The original writings of author zero binty en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776033592 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I was taught to be a man and take responsibilities for my actions.  I had gotten a female pregnant when I had turned eighteen.  I took responsibility for it.  Since my Mom knew the girl and didn't like her, it went nuclear in the household I was in.  I left to be the person I was.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zero-binty/1961626/ Based on what I believe, it's all going the way it is supposed to, but how much did I hate myself when I was making out this life plan?This past week has been seemingly written by someone with manic depression.  I met up with someone who has hated me, rightfully so, and had a nice lunch with he.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zero-binty/1942482/ There is no artistic intent in this piece. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zero-binty/1941665/ For under a hundred dollars, I can register Bootydo as an Emotional Support Animal.  Given that He's really the only one I talk to, I can't really say that that statement is untrue.  This guy is genuinely the only constant in a chapter of my life that is marred with the stains of mistakes... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zero-binty/1939842/ The sound of lightly playing music brings me out of the blackness I dream in.  RIsing to face another day I am never ready for, but face it since there really is no alternative without unanswered questions.  Is overthinking the result of insomnia, or is insomnia the result of overthinking?.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zero-binty/1939284/ I live in a family that neither forgives nor forgets.  Today was a cocktail of doing what I was told, getting yelled at, and anger which almost came to blows.  The last one is a long time coming.  My brother wants to beat my a*s.  He is retired Army and the Good Son.  I'm th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zero-binty/1937007/ I've been active.  I've taken Bootydo on walks.  I've worked my scheduled hours.  I've spent times with friends.  I've written pieces that will never be seen by your eyes.I just want to know how to stop.I can't live in these conditions.  My damaged soul is struggling to move.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zero-binty/1936043/ I gave roughly 1095 days to a soul that seemed to only give a half hour of a lifetime.  I gave you very little, but it was all I had.  Everything I had done in the past was to prepare me for what I needed to do for you.  I knew what the end result would be, but a fool like myself is c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zero-binty/1934507/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zero-binty/1934301/ I have a semi constant in my dreams.  It is a situation where I discover that I can jump to an almost flight-like status, but without the control.  I began in my old neighborhood in Texas.  It was just down the street from where I live.  I jogged forward a little, and went to lea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zero-binty/1934298/ Every day is a struggle.  Not in any real sense for me other than the fact I love paycheck to paycheck.  I know this isn't my destination, just a stop to fix while I wonder around for purpose.  I don't dream anymore.  I believe my mind has wiped that ability in both my conscious .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zero-binty/1934297/ Unless the clouds are too built up to let the rays pierce the darkness. Then I fake the smile. I dry erase it onto my face to never let anybody know that the pain is deeper than even I want to go. The abyss of my past is something I don't ever want to relive, much less than have anybody else deal w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zero-binty/1934210/ The second half of the tree dream. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zero-binty/1934135/ A dream I had in the last night in the nightmare I put myself through. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zero-binty/1934090/ I would trade in the remaining time I have on this Earthjust to be a dog for a day.  Morespecifically, my dog and best friend, Bootydo.I wouldn’t want to be aware that I was.  I wouldn’t know that I am property.  And mostly, I wouldn’t want the knowledgetha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zero-binty/1933631/ I made my best friend cry today.  It wasn't intentional, and I felt like s**t afterward.She had called because she was going through her own trials.  I listened, but noticed a very familiar pattern.  Plus or minus a few details, and adjusting the degree of difficulty in specific situa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zero-binty/1933323/ With the static popping of hate echoing around me I tread my life's path with the intense quiet anger that has been the only thing keeping me going.  This latest failure literally broke me.  I am far off the beaten path and progressing further away.  Sloughing off the dead weight of m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zero-binty/1930550/ End of May may have well been the end of life for me.  I moved out of my townhouse, my fiancee and I separated, and my career path took a severe downturn.  My health was declining.  Poor choices lead to a poor future when one has diabetes.Growing up in a family that doesn't really sup.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zero-binty/1930539/ Every day is a struggle.  Not in any real sense for me other than the fact I love paycheck to paycheck.  I know this isn't my destination, just a stop to fix while I wonder around for purpose.  I don't dream anymore.  I believe my mind has wiped that ability in both my conscious .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zero-binty/1663853/